Sex Fantasy #5: In Search of Satisfaction - Part VI

(Continuing from UKRoadrunner's "In Search of Satisfaction - Part V": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/)

Lizzie was enjoying every minute. It had been months since she had had such a nice fresh cock in her mouth. As she worked her large breasts around his thick and long cock, she was amazed at how gigantically large it was, especially coming from a man that didn’t seem to have the ego or the body of such a large member. Her mouth licked the salty taste of his cock, which was starting to trickle down drops of clear pre-cum from his cock hole, and she lapped up those tasty morsels, one by one, as it appeared on his cock head whenever it appeared from between her breasts. His rough hands were on her head, lightly pushing her deeper and lower, taking him in slowly, inch by inch, until he had completely disappeared. Her breasts hung away from his cock, and as she massaged his balls, she heard him moan, his breath quicken, as she paused at the base of his cock for a second, then lifted her head back up again for air. Her mouth began to explore the contours of his very erect cock, his veins bulging from the shaft, feeling the bumps and curves of his cock with her tongue, teasing it recklessly as she found her head rising upwards, licking the head, then slowly rising upwards towards his stomach, her hand on his cock, jerking it in long hard thrusts, as she found her tongue circling his left nipple, teasing it with her teeth, sucking it gently with her mouth until it became slightly pink, hard and wrinkled.

She felt his hands massaging her breasts, weighing them in his hands, as he squeezed them gently in his hands. He was rolling her nipples around with his fingertips, when she let out a loud, whimpering moan that echoed within the room. He lifted her up, and he began to suck her tits, circling the tips with his tongue, then ravishing them with his mouth, as she screamed in ecstatic pain. Her back arched as he sucked each of her breasts with his mouth, pushing her breasts towards him, his mouth working as she continued to moan and pant in pleasure. His tongue ventured upward, toward her chest, licking and biting her shoulders, up her neck, and then his lips found hers, as they kissed savagely, ravishing each others’ mouths with sexual hunger they knew they couldn’t deny at all.

His hands found the clasp of her capris, and as he slid them downward, he saw the sexy little pink thong she was wearing. In a sensual glee, he snapped them noisily on her waist, and found his hands wandering towards the little pink triangle of fabric that was covering what he really wanted to feel. His forefinger slid in between the folds of her pussy, and he found her extremely wet. She began to moan in pleasure as he fondled her pussy folds, the tip of his finger playing with the little knob of clit, and she felt her legs opening wider as he played with it more. Overcome with pleasure, she leaned back and lay against the bed, while he leaned forward, slid both her legs from her capris, opened her legs wide, and rubbed her pussy in a circular motion, sliding his fingers momentarily to dip into her wetness, then moving back to her clit, rubbing that clit back and forth until it started to protrude, red and slick from wetness.

She continued to moan with the pleasure gradually overtaking her. For one split sane moment, she looked down, and with a glint in his eye, she saw his head lower, and he began to tease her pussy with his tongue, first dipping into her wetness, now becoming rather sticky, then moving towards the clit and the sides of her pussy, moving in a circular motion, then flicking the clit with his tongue, as she writhed in pleasure, moaning and screaming in ecstasy, as he continued more and more, until she came in a shower of cum, soaking him in face with his juices.

She heaved heavily, and with a small smirk in his face, she felt that he wasn’t even half over trying to torture her with this much pleasure…

(Read the finale here: "In Search of Satisfaction - Part VII": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-vii)

Sex Fantasy #4: In Search of Satisfaction - Part IV

(Continuing from UKRoadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction - Part III: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)

Lizzie was scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Her long black hair, wavy and wet from earlier, was finally smoothed down to a straight finish, layered neatly alongside her round tanned face. She adjusted her large breasts, pressed them together, in order to create a deep cleavage on her chest, her breast snug deeply in the crisscross slings of her blue camisole-like top, which joined at the back of her neck in a knot. Her top flowed underneath her breasts like a lingerie teddy, made of a flowy, soft material, which hid the curves of her waist. She decided to go simple with her outfit, pairing her sexy top with a pair of white capris, her ass accentuated by the tightness of the material. Underneath her capris, she figured she would go the subtly sexy touch, a dark pinkish lacy thong underwear that rode in between her ass cheeks. Her feet were soft and painted lightly with a pearly touch, and matched it with tan leather thong sandals with a slight raised heel. Her ears gleamed with a touch of silver hoops, and she was perfecting her light, glossy lipstick to pair with a bit of violet and pink eye shadow. Wow, do I look hot, hope Jack likes this, she thought to herself. She smiled her sensual, naughty smile at the mirror, her reflection mimicking her, as she sprayed a bit of her favorite perfume – sensual yet subtle – on her neck and a bit on her cleavage. It was her ex’s favorite perfume, and even after he had left her, she still held bits of his memory as she sniffed the nostalgic scent. She sighed, remember the last time she and her ex made love, surrounded by this scent, knowing full well that it would take some time to forget him.

Stop it, Lizzie! It’s time to get your new groove on! Jimmy is gone, you’ll never get him back. Think about tonight, about Jack…she chastised herself. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and her cleavage shown proud and tall as she picked up her clutch and keys, walked out the door and closed it behind her.

She inched closer to the door in a bit of anticipated excitement. I wonder what kind of guy he really is, hopefully he’ll be as entertaining as he was earlier, she mused. Every step took her closer to his door, and discovered that it was left ajar. She peered in, not seeing anyone. Boxes were laid neatly in separate piles of the room, a couch and a coffee table laid close to one side. Music was softly playing in the background, it sounded like old-school jazz, and a two plates lay somewhat askew on the coffee table. It seemed as if he made his first day moving in somewhat manageable and livable, which made her impressed. She hear rummaging in the kitchen as she turned the corner, and saw his profile as he flicked open a bottle of beer with a bottle opener and saw him take a swig. My, was he attractive. His shirt hugged him tightly, tracing the contours of his body. Of course, his hair was tied in his trademark pony tail, and damn, did he look hot. She felt her heart beating faster, her pussy feeling a bit wet and excited, and very playful smile fell on her face. She slightly coughed to get his attention, and he abruptly turned, with a look of surprise mixed with a slight sense of lust in his eyes. She knew she made the right choices for her outfit tonight.

“Hi there, Jack. I saw the door open, so I figured it was all right to come in. Sorry to scare you like that,” she said, looking in his eyes, knowing full well that she really wasn’t sorry. She glanced downward toward his pants, and she saw a slight bulge near his zipper, and made a mental note that she knew that bulge was especially for her.

“Hi Lizzie. No, it’s okay, I knew you were coming, which is why I left the door open. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sorry if this place is a bit of a mess, but this is all I could manage today. It really was a struggle to get everything moved in here,” he sheepishly replied. His gaze was still on her cleavage, and she was enjoying every minute of his silent adoration. “Do you want a beer?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll take whatever you have in there,” she said, making herself comfortable on the couch, making sure that her cleavage would be near his eye level when he sat down. He rounded the corner, handed her a beer, and sat down next to her. “Thank you for the invitation tonight, that was really sweet of you,” she said. She leaned in, just slightly, as she saw his head follow her cleavage closer to his chest. She saw his breath quicken.

“It’s no problem, I had fun with you earlier. How about pizza for dinner? I know of this great hole-in-the-wall place that delivers one of the best pizzas in town,” he boasted.

So he ordered pizza, and while he was on the phone, she decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh air. As she sipped her beer, she enjoyed listening to the slight bustle of the night, her head swimming in her twilight reverie when she felt hands circling around her waist.

“I don’t mean to be so forward, but can I say that you look really hot tonight, and I’m the type of person that doesn’t throw compliments around easily,” he said. She felt his stubble on his cheek, and her face blushed from his touch. On the small her back, she felt his bulge from his pants, and she could feel herself wetter than she was before. She turned to him.

“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she purred. She looked into his eyes, and saw a flash of lust, as her hands held tightly to his arms, as he rubbed his stubble on her cheek, his lips lightly kissing her neck, tasting her in soft morsels. She sighed, enjoying his soft lips on her neck and shoulder, sensual and oh so soft…

She turned around and kissed him on his cheek, softly as his arms still held the sides of her waist. His arms began to wander up and down her waist, then slowly caressed the tops of her arms, feeling the smooth soft skin before him. His mouth reached hers, and their lips softly enfolded each other’s, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed, the chemistry building up slowly as he slipped a tongue into her mouth.

They became tangled in an embrace, kissing on the balcony, his mouth sensually licking the smalls of her neck, his tongue tracing circles around her shoulder, sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, as she sighed, feeling her ecstasy climbing gradually into a euphoric and hazy high…until they heard a slight and gradual pounding on the door.

“That must be dinner, hold on a second,” he said. And he turned to pay for their pizza.

She turned back to the fluorescent lights of the twilight sky, and as she smiled to herself, she knew that this night wasn’t going to be just pizza and beer…

Continue to Part V here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/

Sex Fantasy #3: In Search of Satisfaction Part II

(Continuing from UK Roadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction ~ 1″: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/in-search-of-satisfaction-1/)

After her afternoon drive in the city, the summer heat baking the inside of her car, she reached the door of her apartment and walked into her three-story brick apartment. Holding a case of European beer, she stumbles up the three flights of stairs, opens the door, and quickly jumped in the shower as she scrubbed the remaining bits of summer sweat off her body. She slowly lathered her body with a very sweet and fragrant lavender soap, running her hands around the rounds of her large breasts, circling downward toward her buttocks and legs, then back up to lather the inside folds of her pussy. Her thoughts race again to the sexy stranger she had encountered earlier, and feeling horny, she almost decided to touch that aching bit of clit to satisfy that hunger, but went against it. She decided to satisfy that need for another day…

After she got out of the shower, she patted down her hair with a towel, and changed into a loose camisole that shows a significant amount of cleavage and some comfortable jean shorts and sauntered, barefoot, into her kitchen to open up a few windows and grabbed a cold bottle of beer. Feeling the sticky heat of the afternoon, she decided to open up her front door to let out some of that heat, then walked into her living room to sit at her window seat, enjoying the fresh air and her beer. As she sipped her beer, she heard banging noises coming from the stairs, and she saw the same pony-tailed stranger who she encountered earlier, bare-chested and sweaty, hauling up a box in his arms. He saw her sitting at the window, peeked his head inside her doorway, and said, “It sure is a hot day to have to move in.”

“Hi Jack, how’s the move? Are you moving into the apartment next door to me?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s been a difficult move, I have a lot of stuff to take, and it surprises me that a great place like this doesn’t have an elevator,” he smiled sheepishly.

“I can imagine,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to take a break and drink a beer with me?” she asks.

“Sure, I could use a break. Let me drop off this box in front of my doorway before coming in,” he said.

He disappeared momentarily, then appears again without the box. He walked in, and she quickly assessed his appearance before her. She glanced over his lightly tanned and sweaty upper body, his chest lightly covered with straight dark hairs that trickle down into a thin line and then fans itself back again near the pit of his stomach, venturing towards his pubic area, which was hidden by the top seam of his semi-loose jeans. His rose tattoo gleamed in the heat of his lightly sculpted arm, as he reached for the bottle of beer that was sitting on the kitchen counter, then stepped himself forward to where she was sitting at the window seat, sitting comfortably in front her, the two of them facing each other, sipping a beer.

“I haven’t known a lot of girls to drink beer,” he said. “You are probably one of the few I know that do. I sense we have something in common, I like tasting different kind of brews that I can find.”

“Wow, you’re a beer afficionado? I love drinking this stuff, it really relaxes me,” she exclaimed. The two chatted a little bit about their lives, and she discovered that he was an art student from New York state, who had moved out from his apartment in the city a few days ago because he had wanted to find an apartment closer to his school. He was 23, younger than her, but he looked almost in his late 20s, his dark eyes suggesting he was inquisitive and intelligent that would show her an artistic and intelligent time, the type that she completely adored. They chatted for quite a while, drinking while talking, and then he reached over to pull another beer from the counter, but had missed and it fell off the counter. He swiftly picked it up, and opened it, but the contents sputtered and spilled all over his chest, creating a stream of carbonated beer, streaming onto the floor.

“I’m so sorry about that! I should’ve been more careful!” he apologized. She quickly took the towel she had used on her hair from off of her couch, and instinctively began to wipe off the liquid from his chest, venturing downward.

“Let me do it, if you don’t mind,” she said. She looked into his eyes, and she noticed a dark spark of chemistry fly between them, a small smile crept to his face, teasing her with a secret smile.

“It’s alright, I should be fine,” he said. He took her hand, which was still wiping his chest, and covered it in his as he helped her wipe the liquid until he was dried clean. “It’ll give me a better reason to take a shower later,” he teased.

She flashed him a smile, and tossed the towel haphazardly onto the couch. They continued talking for a few more minutes, and she realized that was even more attracted to him as the minutes flew by. His trim goatee became frothy with bits of beer, and she began to envision that goatee tickling her pussy in a flash of imaginary foreplay. Her body shook back into reality.

“Well, I think I should get the rest of my stuff hauled upstairs before someone comes to steal all of my worldly possessions,” he said with a teasing smile. “By the way, Lizzie, do you want to come over to my place for a drink later? I should definitely return the favor, for being really sweet to offer me a beer a time like this,” he said.

Lizzie smiled back and said, “Sure, let me know what time, I’ll be here all day, lazing around.”

“I’ll knock at your door later, probably around seven? Hopefully you’ll forgive the fact that my place is messy.”

”It’s not a problem, Jack, I understand,” she mused. Her thoughts began to think about the upcoming night’s events, maybe a casual outfit that outlined her cleavage? Or maybe something fancy?

He got up and walked out of her place, waving with a smile before he walked out. “Oh, is he so very sexy, not my type, but very, very sexy,” she mused in her head. She entered her bedroom to search through her closet for the appropriate outfit to show off herself during her evening with a new “friend”…

(Continue on to Part III here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)

Sex Fantasy #2: Take Me To Heaven, Lover - Part II

(A continuation of UKRoadrunner's post, "Take Me To Heaven, Lover": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)

Breathing hard and deeply after her celestial orgasm, her thighs and pussy covered in cum, her lover was still licking her pussy, long slow strokes from her clit to her pussy. “I see you enjoyed that,” he said, between licks. He swirled his tongue around, feeling the creases of her pussy lips, teasing her with the flat of his tongue, as he zigzagged his way into the folds of her pussy, the sides of her clit, and, with his hand, moving away the flap over her clit and caressing the tip of his tongue in that sensitive area underneath that fold. She gripped his legs as she moaned in pleasure, her hips shaking, her head tilted back with his head swimming in the scent of her cum. He began to slow down, and with a few deep breaths, she began to lick the inside of his thighs, moving up and down in slow strokes, nipping those sensitive spots in a line going towards his penis. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her chest, and she reached between their bodies, gripped her breasts, and she pressed her breasts around his cock as he continued to kiss and lick that slick clit of hers.

She felt his cock twitch between her breasts, and he began to thrust slowly, feeling the softness ballooning around, in and out, his movements steady and gentle, the roughness of his pelvis rubbing on her chest, and his smooth tongue digging in and out into her still very wet pussy was making her want him more. She heard him moan, knowing very well that he was enjoying the fact that he was fucking her in between her breasts. A smile crept upon her lips, but a split second later, her mouth opened wide to scream, as he stuck another hooked finger into her pussy, his mouth covering her clit, sucking and biting it as she climaxed loud and hard until another gush of pussy juice covered his face again, twice in a night.

“You’re not going to stop making me cum tonight, aren’t you?” She said, breathlessly.

“No, not until I get a chance to dip my cock into your dripping pussy,” he said.

He got up, turned around, and kneeled before her wide open legs. He took his very hard penis, leaned forward, and began to rub his cock head on her slick clit, rubbing in long hard strokes, feeling his dick from the top to the bottom, then slight stopping at her pussy, quickly dipping his head into it, just for a taste. A moan escaped her lips as she squeezed her pussy muscles around his head, loving the fact that he was partially inside of her. He moaned, feeling the tightness, froze as he felt her squeezing her pussy muscles, pulsing slowly around his head.

“You are trying to tease me, aren’t you?” he said.

“I want you now, please!” she pleaded, begging for him to enter her.

“No, not just yet,” he teased. He pulled out and rubbed his cock on her clit while one of his hands ventured out to her chest and squeezed her right nipple, rolling it around with his fingers, she began to moan again, her chest heaving uneven and deep breaths.

“Please take me now, I want you,” she begged further.

He smiled, leaned into her, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, their tongues touching. He stopped, and slipped into her wet pussy, and she felt complete, feeling the fullness of his cock inside of her, filling up the void that he so desperately withheld the whole time they were together…

“Thank you, that was all that I needed,” she said…

(Read the finale at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/take-me-to-heaven-lover-next-episode/)

Sex Fantasy #1: An Ode to a Scottish Cock

Dedicated to UKRoadrunner...to what could be...enjoy!! (And thank UKRoadrunner for the visual inspiration...)

It is around midnight, and our bodies have stripped off layers and layers of clothing, crumpled and tossed haplessly on the floor. Seeing my naked body and my ever so large and juicy breasts, my brown nipples half erect, your penis begins to grow at the sight of my hands caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples to a hard and wrinkled state. I moan with the sensation and you come toward me, reaching out to my hand, and you place it on your semi-erect dick. I slowly rub the shaft with my hand, up and down, on the length of your cock, pausing slowly to squeeze the head, feeling its softness, rolling it around my thumb and forefinger, and then continue to rub the length of the shaft in even and equal velocity. I take one of your hands and place your forefinger in my mouth, and as I make a fist around your hard cock, my mouth is savoring the roughness of your fingers, teasing the callous and rotating the finger around with my deft tongue, and then sucking the tip of my finger in increasing strengths, taking in more and more of your finger in as I sucked it harder and harder. I let go and place two fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking until you tell me that you can't take it anymore, to suck your cock now, begging me to drink you in…

I oblige, as I kneel down before your full erect cock, standing there in all of its thick glory. Grabbing your shaft with one hand, I lick the head with the tip of my tongue, around the surface, flicking the hole in short movements, then exploring the underside of your head as I massaged your shaft with my fist, jerking it slowly. My mouth surrounds the heads and I suck lightly, then harder and harder, shoving your cock down my throat until you disappear into the cavity of my mouth. My hands wander to your balls, and I begin to play with them, feeling their weight in my hands, rubbing them until I pull my head up for air. I place my hands on my large breasts, surround my breasts around your erect cock, and move my breasts, up and down, jerking your cock in my breasts, rolling them to the head, and moving them back towards the balls, moving faster as my chest heaved in a rhythm, making your cock appear and disappear in between my breasts. Then, I grab your cock and my tongue glides down the pulsing vein on your shaft, pressing it with my mouth, taking in the salty taste of the ridges of your shaft, licking it like an long ice cream cone. My mouth wanders to the crease of your leg and your pubic area, as I suck and nip that area with my teeth and lips, sucking and licking, as I jerk your cock, harder and faster. I move back onto your head, and I suck your head hard, while rubbing your vein with my two fingers, keeping your shaft steady with my other hand, as I suck and suck your head, harder and harder. I hear your breathing race, hard and deep, until you explode cum into my mouth, landing on my tongue, and I swallow its salty goodness, bit after bit, until the last drop. I hear you sigh with relief, your deep breathing becomes shallow and full of sexual release.

(Read the continuatiion at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)